The extractor: You. From now on. It's gonna take me some time to get your new situation fixed, until then you're gonna be staying here. I got a place downstairs, out of sight. It's not the Ritz-Carlton, but it's comfortable enough for short-term.

Jesse: *on video recording* He kept saying that, you know you don't have to do this. His eyes were so big.

*Kenny fast-forwards the video*

Neo-Nazi: Such a bitch. He won't quit.

Jesse: *on video recording* Then we turn around and there is this kid on a dirt bike looking at us. Drew Sharp, that kid that went missing up in Whitehorse. And then out of nowhere, Todd, that Opie, dead-eyed piece of shit, pulls out a gun and shoots the kid.

Jack: Come on, you can do better! I mean, that one's so uptight she's probably got a wood-chipper for a coochie. Stick in down there you're pulling back a stump. *laughs* Aw, what the hell. The heart wants what the heart wants, right? Let's go watch some more of that cry baby rat, huh?

*They all go back into the house. Jesse is sitting in the pit holding the picture of Andrea and Brock. He pulls off the paperclip and uses it to try to break free of his handcuffs*

The extractor: How thick is it? This is mild steel? Uh huh. No, this would be cash.

*Walt is writing on a notepad while Saul stares at him. Walt takes a break to rub his injured hand. He looks over at Saul*

Walt: What?

Saul: Nothing.

Walt: Look, you know what. Make yourself useful. Give me a list of hitters, mercenaries. Yes, yes, I remember, you've got concerns. Don't worry, we'll take the time to vet them. Make sure there are no undercover cops on the team. Five should do it, providing they are the right men for the job.

Walt: You think I wanna run?! This is the last thing that I want! This, this changes nothing. What I do, I do for my family. My money goes to my children. Not just this barrel, all of it! I'm going to kill Jack and his entire crew. And I'm going to take back what is mine and give it to my children and then AND ONLY THEN am I through. Do you understand?

*The extractor opens the door and walks in*

The extractor: Everything good?

Saul: Define good.

The extractor: *to Saul* You're set, time to go. *to Walt* You'll be a little longer, still workin' on transportation.

Walt: Change of plans. He's coming with me.

Saul: No. No, that's not.

Walt: We're going together. I can use him.

The extractor: I'll give you two a minute.

Saul: Hey, I'm a civilian. I'm not your lawyer anymore, I'm nobody's lawyer, the fun's over. From here on out, I'm mister low profile. Just another douchebag with a job and three pairs of Dockers. If I'm lucky, three months from now, best case scenario, I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.

Attorney: Is she even listening? *to Skyler* Mrs. White. Are you following all this? Do you understand what's happening here?

Skyler: Yes. I understand. I understand I'm in terrible trouble. I understand that you will use everything in your power against me and my children unless, unless I give you Walt. But the truth is, I can't give you what you want. I don't know where he is.

Attorney: Alright, go and discuss this with your lawyer here. Rack your brain and hope you can come up with something we can use.

Todd: *to Skyler* Ma'am, is there anybody else in the house? What about your son. If I go look in his room, am I gonna see him? He's not gonna pop out and surprise me? If this guy takes his hand away, are you gonna scream?

Todd: Really, if you'd been there, I think you'd see it different. We threw a real scare into her. She seems like a nice lady watching out for her kids. So, you're not going to have a problem with her, I can pretty much guarantee it.

Lydia: I wish I had your certainty, but I'm not like you and your uncle. I'm just, I'm not used to this sort of risk. We're gonna have to take a break.

The extractor: You got about a month's worth of food on hand. Most of it's canned goods, but there's steaks in the freezer. You got a generator outside, works on LP. Oughta be enough in the tank to last out the winter. It's only fifteen amps, but that oughta do for the lights, TV, and the freezer. That's a woodburner, oughta warm the place up pretty good, plus you can cook on it. On the TV front, the reception is pretty much nil. You've got some mountains in the way. Weather's right you might be able to catch Montreal, but mostly you'll be limited to DVDs.

The extractor: It's risk. And risk is what you're paying me for, not toilet paper. Risk and a 4400-mile round-trip. Mr. Lambert, my clients and I don't usually have an ongoing relationship. Normally, you and I would've gone our separate ways, but you're you.

Walt: Where's the phone?

The extractor: No phone. Up here, ice storms equal service calls equal you in cuffs.

The extractor: Your business is your business. My business is keeping you out of custody. You are the target of a nationwide manhunt. Your face is all over TV. You are the hottest client I've ever had by far. That stands to reason, you've gotta keep out of sight.

Walt: And what's keeping me from walking out that gate?

The extractor: Nothing. There's a little one-horse town eight miles down the hill. There's not a thing on God's green earth that I could do to stop you from going down there. All I'm saying is, if you leave this place, you will get caught. And I gotta tell you. If I found out you've left the reservation, I won't be coming back. That is for my own safety, you understand?

Walt: Sure.

The extractor: You know how to work the stove? The flue can be tricky.

Walt: Yeah, I've got it.

The extractor: You paid good money for this. You've got two acres up here, lots of wood, nice, warm place. Seems to me just the spot for a man to rest up. Think on things. If you look around, it's kind of beautiful.

The extractor: I brought you a couple cases of Ensure maybe to put a little weight on you.

Walt: Jesus, I can barely read this.

The extractor: Almost forgot. Without a prescription, I had to take an educated guess and shotgun it, one of these oughta come close.

Walt: Oh. Did you check on them? Is Skyler in a better place?

The extractor: Nah, she's still at that place off Eubank. Kids are both still with her for the moment. There's no court date yet. News was talking about a grand jury, but didn't say when. I saw her public defender on TV, looks like a deer in the headlights. I think I got socks older than him.

The extractor: Make a fist, tight, there we go. Alright, let's just stick, that's it. Okay, hey, pretty good, there we go. I think I had it worse at my last physical. *gets up to leave* I will see you on, let's see. Afternoon of the fifteenth.

*Walt is lying in his bed. He starts coughing and his wedding ring slides off his finger. He gets up and picks it up. He takes some twine and ties his ring around his neck, coughing. He looks over at the Ensure boxes and gets up. He opens one up, empties it out, and puts some money in. He takes the box full of money and walks to the gate. He unlocks the gate and hesitates to leave. He walks toward town with the box*

Walt: Okay, good. He's, he's a good kid, he's like you, he'll understand. I'm sending Louis a package. Now, it's addressed to Louis, but it's for you, your mother, and your sister. There's money inside. About $100,000, okay? I think. It's all that I could fit in the box. It has to be a secret. If anyone says a word, the police will take it. I wanted to give you so much more, but this is all I could do, do you understand? Son? Can you hear me? Do you understand?

Charlie Rose: *on TV* But just yesterday, your charity, the Gretchen and Elliott Schwartz foundation, announced a twenty-eight million dollar grant for drug abuse treatment centers throughout the southwest.

Elliott Schwartz: *on TV* Charlie, the southwest is our home and we couldn't just ignore what's going on in our own backyard.

Charlie Rose: But I'm sure you're aware there are people who suggest other motives. Andrew R. Sorkin of the New York Times wrote a column suggesting that the grant was a kind of publicity maneuver to shore up the stock price of Gray Matter Technologies because of your association with Walter White.

Elliott Schwartz: Well, that's not exactly what I-

Charlie Rose: To cleanse yourself, so to speak, of having a methamphetamine kingpin as co-founder of your company.

Producer:

Producer:

Co-Executive Producer:

Co-Executive Producer:

Co-Executive Producer:

Co-Executive Producer:

Co-Executive Producer:

Sam Catlin

Co-Executive Producer:

Melissa Bernstein

Executive Producer:

Michelle MacLaren

Executive Producer:

Mark Johnson

Produced by:

Stewart A. Lyons

Written and Directed by:

Peter Gould

One of the things that I had in mind was that a lot of this episode is about him trying to conjure up Heisenberg, and Heisenberg is just not there anymore. In my mind, Heinsenberg died when Hank did. So, for me, this episode is about him hitting bottom.
- Peter Gould

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